Suicide.. Poem by Just a girl loOl

it's all i think a bout..
can't get it out.. so hard to resist..
resist the urge to slit my wrist..
wishing if had a gun..! !
but all i have is a small razor..
so i drag the blade a cross my legs & arms..
wishing to do my self much more harm.. and i wake soaked in blood..
by cutting all over my body and that's all just with a small razor what if i had a gun.....! ! ! !
and i'm still somehow a live..: '(
deep and long.. soo much blood lost..
how am i still here..? ? ? ? ! !
now i'm not dead.the small razor not enough...
so i really must have a gun...
just give me one day.. one day.. and u will never found me here in this Misery life...
just suicide..: '(